As Charles muttered, Matthew's attention remained fixed on his lunchbox. Having enjoyed tasty spaghetti for breakfast, he eagerly anticipated this meal. The lunchbox boasted a variety of foods: pan-fried fish fillet, shrimp, broccoli, and creamy soup. The colors and nutrition were enticing.

Distracted by juicy gossip, Charles forgot to order his own lunch. Watching Matthew eat, his own hunger grew as he eyed the lunchbox enviously.

Catching Charles's gaze, Matthew looked up with a frown. "Tell your wife to pack you one next time," he said.

Charles wished he could, but that depended on his wife's willingness. Plus, her cooking skills were nothing compared to Miss Warren's. Wait, wasn't he even allowed to feel a little jealous?

Just then, footsteps approached from outside. Charles turned, his expression quickly changing. "Mr. Grant, Mrs. Grant's here," he announced.

Sophia hadn't been in the office long before noticing the employees' excited chatter. When she walked in, Matthew's lunchbox was already halfway empty. It was too late to put it away.

"Wow, who whipped up this lunch for you, Matthew?" Sophia didn't hold back her curiosity.

"Grandma, you should have let me know you were dropping by," Matthew said.

"Let me know what? I'm just popping in to see my grandson. Do I need to schedule an appointment?" She brushed off his attempt to change the subject. "Whose lunchbox is this? Some young lady's, I presume?"

The last time she'd tried to arrange a marriage for him, it had complicated things with Valerie, his lifesaver. Matthew didn't want his grandma to find out about Valerie. If she learned Valerie was already his wife, it would complicate things further.

Seeing his silence, Sophia's expression turned serious. A thought struck her. "Matthew, don't tell me this is from that Miss Santos."

Matthew knew she had the wrong idea and swiftly interrupted. "It's not from Lindsey."

Sophia clearly relaxed with relief.

In Kranson City, there were four prominent families: the Grant family (the most influential), followed by the Anderson, Reynolds, and Santos families.

Lindsey, the second daughter of the Santos family, had a crush on Matthew. However, the Santos and Grant families were business rivals, making any romantic involvement between them problematic.

Ultimately, it didn't matter because of past issues between the Santos family and Matthew. Sophia wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Santos family.

Hearing Matthew's denial, Sophia relaxed, realizing she might be overthinking it. Matthew kept the Santos family at arm's length, and the pampered Santos girl wouldn't make lunchboxes anyway.

Sophia examined the modest lunchbox, guessing it was probably from an eager female employee trying to impress him. Not a real threat, since she knew her grandson; he was always as cool as a cucumber. Melting him would take more than just a lunchbox; it needed a kind-hearted, caring girl like Valerie. So let the office ladies play their games if they wanted.

"Alright, if you think Grandma's just being nosy, I'll back off. It's good someone's taking care of your meals. You never eat right. Haven't seen you in ages, but you're looking healthier now, your face is filling out nicely. That's how a man should be, not just skin and bones," Sophia chuckled happily, oblivious to how tightly Matthew gripped his spoon.

Matthew's expression twitched, barely noticeable. He wondered if he had actually gained some weight.